Les Miles goes through an emotional spectrum here that surpasses even the most skilled practioners of the dramatic arts—it's forceful, angry, instructive, happy, endearing, eloquent, then a little angry again, then back to happy—some of these feelings are just plain unidentifiable. They are feelings only Les Miles feels. In two minutes, he careens wildly between full-on meltdown and a genuinely moving postgame oration. The man eats grass. Don't try to put labels on him.

LSU just barely escaped a gimme game with Ole Miss today, coming back from having been down a touchdown in the fourth, and winning it after scoring with 15 seconds left on the clock. We suspect that most LSU fans would happily endure a nail-biter for a press conference of this quality from the obviously keyed-up Miles. "Spec-tacular group of men!"